I interlaced my fingers above her head, keeping her in place while I thrust into her. "Cloe," I breathed her name as I thrust again, working my cock in and out of her tiny little opening. Every other thought faded as I relentlessly pumped into her, plunging myself deeper and deeper into hot, sweet pussy.
As she exhaled a soft sensual moan, I quickened the pace, my cock wildly slamming into her sweet spot. "I'm going to cum," I said against her ear. "I'm going to cum in your pussy." I licked her earlobe, then the side of her neck as I felt my orgasm racing through me. I plunged into her one final time as I came, my cum surging deep into her womb. She trembled beneath me, and I could feel her inner muscles undulating, fluttering around my cock as I thrust those final droplets of cum into her pussy. I watched as a look of pure pleasure washed across her delicate face.
After I caught my breath, I slowly pulled out of her, then rolled over onto the mattress beside her. Several thoughts raced through my mind at once; Did I just get her pregnant? If so, what would we do about it? Would she be furious in the morning when she found out what just happened? Or would she be pleased?
But the major question running through my head was, 'could I let this happen again?' After all, I had spent the last ten years completely in control of my life. Could I really let my guard down and allow this young, sleeping girl to upturn my life?
Yes.
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- Cloe -
I woke up with a secretive smile on my mouth, content in the knowledge that my plan worked. Michael came to my room last night and claimed me. I had wanted him desperately, and when I saw him watching me from his bedroom window while I was out by the pool, I knew that he wanted me too. Normally, I would have never touched myself so intimately out in the open like that, but I was too aroused knowing that he was watching me.
A thrill of desire coursed through me as I remembered the feel of him hovering above me. Pushing inside me. His mouth, lips, and tongue gliding across my body. His breath against my ear.
It took every ounce of self-control not to moan out his name when he pushed his tongue into my pussy. It was sublime, unlike anything I've ever felt before. I didn't mean to touch him, to curl my fingers into his hair. I hadn't meant to move, but I couldn't help myself. I was so close to orgasm that if he pulled away from me in that moment, I knew I would die. I held his head to me and had the most wondrous, perfect orgasm.
And then another as he came inside of me. It was perfect.
He is perfect.
I could still smell his scent on me as I stepped into the shower. Reluctantly I turned on the water and washed it away. I hurried through the motions, cleaning my body and washing my hair, then quickly dried and pulled on some running shorts and a tank.
I found him in the kitchen and I smiled at him. "Good morning, Michael."
"Good morning, Cloe. Plans for the day?" he asked without looking up. His cheeks were flushed. Was he embarrassed?
"I was hoping we could do that thing again..." I said eagerly as I gave him my sweetest, most inviting smile.
"Which thing?" he asked.
"You know, the one where I lay there and pretend to sleep while you do dirty, unspeakable things to my body," I smirked at him, delighted to catch him off guard. "Or, we could just see how the day goes, hmmm?"
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An excerpt from ApocaLips, part one
Tingly molten heat pulsed between my legs. My lower belly clenched and I felt light-headed for a second. I could have them both? At the same time. Like before. Mmmm. Desire became a wild torrent of need, seizing my body. The memory of Reid with his cock buried into my pussy from behind while Jeff sucked on my nipples flashed through my mind. The sensations swirling through me intensified, the need heightened and I couldn't help myself. I wanted them. Both of them, at the same time.
My eyes locked onto Jeff, "Kiss me."
He crawled to where I was sitting and brushed his mouth across mine, flicking his tongue at the crease between my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth as he lifted his hand to my hair, grasping my curls. His kiss was soft and tender; his tongue danced with mine, colliding and curling, licking and tasting.
I broke the scorching kiss and gulped in the night air, my heart racing with the possibility of what was about to happen. "Kiss me again," I commanded, heady with my new found power over them. As he leaned forward to claim my lips, I dropped my head back and offered him my slim white neck. "Here."
Jeff planted his lips against my skin and placed several small, exploring kisses near the hollow of my throat. The tip of his tongue danced across my flesh, leaving a trail of wet marks across my delicate skin. I rolled my head to the side and locked eyes with Reid. "Lower," I whispered to Jeff while never taking my eyes off of Reid.
An excerpt from ApocaLips, part two
He knelt in front of me and yanked my jeans and panties to mid-thigh, and then buried his head against my pussy. He pulled apart my fleshy folds and darted his tongue into my pink wetness. He devoured every inch of my pussy, relentlessly licking from top to bottom. His stubble grazed against my tender skin as he ravished every part of me with his tongue.
I was glad my parents were not home because there is no way I could have been quiet. I moaned loudly with abandon, groaning every time I'd feel his tongue circle around my clit. He kept me guessing where he would lick next, keeping my anticipation stretched to the brim. "Brady! Oh god, oh god, oh god!"
His nose rubbed against my clit as he probed his tongue against my slick, wet entrance. My juices smeared across his face as he stretched his lips wide, taking as much of me into his mouth as possible. I tried to push his head away because it was too much. Too pleasurable. Too intense. I was on the brink of orgasm, lost in an euphoria of pleasure.
An excerpt from ApocaLips 3
"Ian please," I begged with a whimper. "Give it to me." My hands roamed his back and cupped his bottom, pulling him deeper into my wet hole. "Harder."
"Fucking hell," he grunted as his mouth clamped onto mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and forced them above my head as he pulled out and thrust forcefully into my tight cunt. "You don't know what you're asking for."
My eyes widened with shock and wonder. It felt delicious. I groaned my delight at the rougher movement, and he thrust in again with such force I thought I'd lose my breath. I made these gaspy, throaty sounds upon each thrust. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and I thought I'd die from the euphoria. "Omigod Ian!" I yelled.
"Is this how you want it?" he asked in a gravelly voice as he pounded against me. I could hear his balls slapping against me and the bed squeaked obnoxiously loud.
"Yes!" My whole body was trembling. My nails dug into his hands. Perspiration covered our bodies and made each movement that much more enjoyable. The slick feeling of his hard chest and sinewy thighs rubbing against me sparked a fire deep in my belly. It intensified and bloomed into something deliciously unbearable. "More," I pleaded mindlessly as he ravaged me. "More. Omigod more, Ian!"
His hands tightened around my wrists as his hips slammed into mine. The full weight of his body colliding with my own almost made me lose my breath. I gasped as pleasure coiled inside of me, tight and taut, demanding to be released. "Oh Ian, I..." I didn't even know what I wanted to say. And at that moment, I lost all train of thought as the coiled ball of pleasure exploded. A thousand pieces of bliss rained, cascading through my blood and flooding my senses. My body shuddered while my pussy clenched and convulsed around his cock.
Excerpt from Illicit Affection
"Lydia wants you," Rogan repeated with such certainty that I wondered if he could somehow read my mind. My body trembled at the thought. Somehow, along the way, I had become undeniably attracted to Jude, but tried to push the traitorous thoughts to the back of my mind. He was Rogan's friend, and now mine. How could I let myself think of him in any other f
ashion?
Jude's expression darkened slightly as he looked between us, his face etched with uncertainty.
"Go on, Lydia. Tell him."
I stared at Rogan and met his gaze with a disapproving frown. "Stop it. I am not going to dignify that with a response. Please don't upset our little party, Rogan."
"Darling." He took a sip of his drink then gave me that charming smile of his, an irresistible smirk that wrapped me around his little finger. "It's okay Lydia. It's nothing more than biology, chemistry, what have you. I can tell by that little bloom of color that warms your face every time Jude looks at you." He stroked his thumb across my cheek then cupped my chin.
I tried to look down, but he wouldn't allow it. "Look at me. Tell me you don't want him."
With great reluctance, I lifted my gaze and met his. "I only want you," I replied.
"Liar," he whispered seductively, his breath warm against my mouth. He parted my lips and kissed me slowly. I could taste the brandy he'd been drinking. After breaking the kiss, he turned my body to face Jude. "You love only me, but sex has little to do with love. Sex is a craving of the body, not the heart."
"Rogan, please," I begged.
He pushed me towards Jude; my knees bumped into his. My heart hammered erratically as I stood there.
"My dear, friend. Here is your chance to taste my darling little wife. I give you my full blessing," he said gregariously. "All you have to do is pull her sweet little panties down and bury your face in her pretty little pussy."
"Rogan! You're drunk," Jude exclaimed.
"Be that as it may, it changes nothing. You are going to lick my wife's pussy, and I am going to watch."
Excerpt from Play With Me (sleep story)
Nearly two years had passed since that night and now he was here with her. Alone with her.
He stood with her laptop and took it over to the dresser, setting it down beside a stack of her clothing. He picked up a pair of tiny lacy black panties from the top of the pile and rubbed them between his fingers slowly, thinking about her tight little body in them.
'No. Don't go there', he chastised himself. This was his best friend. His gay best friend, who had a lover already.
"More like bi-sexual, apparently, since she wants you to fuck her. And her lover is okay with that," he argued with himself.
His conscience argued back, 'No, no, no.'
He glanced over to her sleeping form, his hungry eyes followed her curvy silhouette beneath the sheet he'd pulled across her naked body.
He could just have a peek at her, not like he hadn't seen her naked before. She probably wouldn't mind, if she knew, if he had a quick glance at her beautiful body. He stepped over to the bed and tugged the sheet down ever so slowly, revealing her creamy white skin.
He feasted on her with his eyes, admiring the curve of her bottom, the arch of her back. Her shortish blonde hair curled around the nape of her neck and he resisted the urge to stretch his hand out and run his fingers through her silky locks.
By god, he wanted to see more.
'Don't do it, you've seen enough', he argued with himself again.
But another part of him: the carnal, animalistic side of him couldn't quite overcome the temptation to steal another peak at her luscious body. He wanted to see the swell of her tits and the sweet, shaven mound he remembered from the webcam.
One peek. That's it.
He walked around the bed and ran his heated gaze down the length of her. She lay with one hand tucked beneath her head, her legs bent slightly. A deep pulsing throb seized his cock at the sight of her pussy.
He stroked his fingers across the front of his pants as he stared at her, remembering the way Jasmine wiggled her tongue into those wet, pink folds.
His cock twitched in response.
He wished he could see more of her, wished that she was laying on her back with her legs parted so that he could see what he remembered.
He pulled his hand from his pants while calling out her name, "Zoey?"
She didn't budge.
"Zoey?" he said a little louder as he returned to the opposite side of the bed. "Are you awake?" he asked, knowing that she was out like a light.
Ever so gently he touched her arm, seeing if the movement would rouse her. She gave a sleepy little whimper as she settled onto her back. Getting comfortable, she tucked her arm behind her head again.
He stared at her angelic face for a long moment, trying to wake her once more, "Zoey?" he whispered softly.
She made no movements and in that moment he lost his resolve. He stretched his trembling hand out and hovered it just over her breast, a mere inch from her budding nipple. He had to touch her, had to know what her soft skin would feel like beneath his fingertips. Silently he cursed himself for what he was about to do.
His pulse pounded and he held his breath as he flicked his fingertip across her areola, giving it the slightest of touches. Her flesh goose-bumped as he traced a circular path around her nipple, not yet touching it.
She gave a faint moan and he pulled his hand away. Embarrassed, heat stole up his neck and flushed his face. He watched her, waiting for a sign that she was awake.
Minutes passed before he gathered the courage to try again. With the pad of his thumb he rubbed it across her jutting nipple, flicking it. He rolled the hard bud between his fingers, slightly squeezing it.
His cock stiffened, and with one hand on her tit, he gave his shaft a quick touch, rubbing it across the fabric of his pants.
His emotions collided with his desire. He knew he shouldn't be touching her while thinking about ravaging her body- yet he couldn't help himself. He wanted her. Desperately so.
He wanted, so very much to run his tongue all over her body, to taste and please her. He wanted to make her come. He wanted to be inside her, ached to have her sweet, tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He imagined filling her with his cum.
'Oh fuck this is wrong'.
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